I'm SO sorry for not updating but I had to move houses...twice...and i have school and life was busy...but overall im sorry. Forgive me?

Shoutouts to LOVERGIRL, sorry i cant update frequently, i've had a super busy life. Moving twice takes a lot out of a person...lol. Anyways thank you a bundle for reviewing, it means a lot. Lovefandoms1425, it's always nice to see that I have a new reviewer and a loyal reader. Thank you for reviewing, please do again, i love hearing from people. Anyways your comment made my day, thank you so much! :) Little dhampire 13, I think you'll find Clary, especially towards the end of this, is quite dark. Lol, I'm glad you like the story and I'm sorry I don't update as often as I should. Anyways thank you for reviewing.

********IMPORTANT: This chapters rating isn't necessarily an M but it's definitely more than a T, in my opinion anyways. Don't read this if you're not comfortable with a smudge of smut. It has some possibly disturbing themes that don't reflect off of me or my personality, and aren't meant to offend anybody. Thank you...and you've been warned.

I also want to thank all followers and favouriters...you guys make my day.

Haven't edited yet so sorry. Anyways, i sincerely hope you enjoy this...

His eyes were darker than she remembered, a slow churning gold that always seemed to be moving. Clary though they resembled the aftermath of a supernova explosion: little light clusters fluttering around in an endless swirl. He blinked, a flutter of dark lashes, and when he opened his eyes again they were almost black. She was hurting him, she could feel her hands clenching around his throat as those lingering black eyes held her gaze, hard and soft at the same time. She knew it was hurting him. Hurting, hurting, hurting...and he liked it. Clary saw his actions flashing in bars, only seeing the his neutral pink lips stretching into an 'ah' shape, a silent sigh. Then those eyes, closing shut as his head tilted back in pleasure. The silky column of his throat where her hands disappeared, only to be replaced by her lips. She bit at his hammering pulse as he regained dominance. She was hurting him. Hurting, hurting, hurting. Her teeth left little bite marks, her tongue made him flushed and red, and he was doing the same to her. His hands started at her collar bones as he tugged her bottom lip, and then advanced down her chest. He teased her, just brushing over the tips of her breasts, gripping her waist and then scorching a trail to her hip, where his hands held her so hard she bruised.

It hurt, hurt, hurt.

But it hurt so good-

Clary woke up from the dream drenched in sweat, flustered in a way she knew should not have come from a dream like that. She felt guilty, which didn't exactly make sense considering the actions in the dream weren't necessarily real, but still the weight settled on her shoulders. She was once again fighting the expectations of normalcy. A girl like her, one who'd gone through what she has, should not want to be hurt. Shouldn't find pleasure in pain.

It frightened her.

Clary seen a pair of yoga pants and a black sports bra laying on the end of her bed, twisting with the tangled bed sheets. She pushed her fear down and felt a momentary rush of exhilaration at the thought of seeing Jace again. That was until she remembered what he wanted from her.

Isn't that what you want too?

She didn't know what she wanted.

You want it.

She couldn't.

You still want to.

Clary quickly got dressed.

"You're late," Jace spoke forcefully as Clary finally arrived in the training room. It was true, she was late. But that didn't matter to her because he was standing shirtless and he was hot and his pulse fluttered like a butterfly despite his cool persona.

"And?" she replied, stalking towards him, trying to regain control of her thoughts. Since meeting him she'd been incredibly weak at keeping a leash on her mind.

Why should you?

There's no need anymore...

"And," he replied with anger in his eyes, "you need to act seriously about this!" When she reached him he placed his two strong hands on her shoulders and shoved her down. She instantly crumpled. "Or you might just get killed!" He nudged her harshly with his foot, not a kick, but the closest he could get to one.

"What are you-" he cut her off with a sneer that twisted his handsome face.

"Get up!"

She scowled. "No!"

"I said," he growled while reaching down to wrap a clenching fist around her small bicep, "get up!"

She didn't like that. Not at all. And so as he pulled her up she swung a foot and twisted her body in time to hit him with her knee. He released her and reared back as she fell again to the ground, the air being knocked out of her as she landed sharply on her side. This time though,despite the surely forming bruise on her ribs, it was herself that pushed Clary back onto her feet. The rush of exhilaration zipped through her veins and she wanted to fight him. She wanted to hurt him. All her distaste for him, whether spurred by his words the night before or the attraction she couldn't stop having towards him, spewed out in waves and electrocuted her brain into triggering her asperity-filled actions. She charged and as he ducked under her right-hook, Clary tried to keep the momentum of her spin going and kick him. It didn't work, as he caught her foot in his hands and dragged her down. In a flash she was underneath him and he was holding her throat, eyes dark with blood-lust.

She hated herself in that moment, because she liked the position almost as much as she wanted to claw his eyes out.

Clary realized quickly that he wasn't increasing the pressure, nor decreasing it, and so his hands lingered in an uncomfortable push around her throat. She growled because she knew that with this position he held all control over her breath; he decided if she died or lived. She definitely didn't like that. And so with all her might she raised her hands to push against his chest, not enough to separate them, but enough to create a space in which she could slip her legs through. When she got the opportunity she swung her thighs up so she was almost bent in half, and attached them around his throat, squeezing with every muscle she had. Jace's eyes widen and she watched as the blood-lust turned to panic, and then realization, and then...hunger? No...longing.

Want...

Her breathing sped up when she realized just how close he was to...that part of her, and holy-shit-be-damned if she didn't want him closer. Oh god. Instantly the tension in the room changed to a completely different kind. His breath was warm and coming out in shallow pants and the material of her yoga pants were stretched so tight that she could feel the little burst of air like touches against her thighs. She didn't want to be here as much as she did and so she quietly slid her legs down from where they had rested on his shoulders. His pupils had dilated so much they looked black, just like her dream. Clary couldn't help the murmur crawling out of her throat, "Jace..."

"Mmmm..." he murmured back sensually, his voice like silk as he started to prowl upwards, his body brushing against hers. She let out a breathy exhale and knew she was supposed to be angry at him but couldn't fathom why because, dammit, a being that could make her feel like this should never be reprimanded. When his mouth reached her exposed collarbones he placed feather light kisses there and she felt all thoughts fly out the window. Those hot lips of his, soft and supple sent little licks of pleasure straight through her body and she knew she was growing hungry in a way that she'd never known before Jace and she just. Couldn't. Think!

His lips touched hers, brushed them really, lightly and soft, a press of innocence that neither of them had. Her first real, consensual kiss was just as sweet as a normal girls. Clary never really understood why people kissed others. What could be so pleasure inducing about lips against lips?

Thing is...she never really knew what a kiss was. Until her second kiss, that is.

Jace lowered his mouth down again, to press another butterfly kiss, one she was not going to let him get away with. As soon as he came into contact with her lips Clary grasped at the back of his neck and snaked a hand into his golden locks, locking him in position. He just gave a breathy chuckle. And then he slowly, erotically, sucked her bottom lip into his mouth...biting and nibbling and...god was that his tongue? She growled as he snaked it into her mouth and ran it gently over her own, teasing it like one would coax a young child from their hiding place. He prodded and drawled and she let out a loud languorous moan that she couldn't help but release. Oh yes. She would definitely be kissing more often if it was always like this. In return to his coaxing Clary allowed herself to tease back a little bit, exploring his mouth. They fought together, much like they were doing before, though with their tongues instead of their bodies. The kiss stopped being adventurous and started being ravenous. Her nails dug into Jace's back when he didn't let her win their battle, and in retun he bit into her lip hard enough to draw blood. She liked it.

She liked it!

And when she ran her hands down his chest he moaned and she felt powerful, and alive, and sexy. It made her think of her mother and the many times she'd have had to do this. Would whoring around had to have been that bad?-

Whoring around...

Whoring around! He just wants you to whore around with him-which you didn't want!

Make up your mind!

Don't tease the poor boy!

What snapped her out of her trance, however, was not pity for his feelings. She sneered as she shoved his chest and he fell backwards. No, what made her stop was anger. Bright red and hot. And she was ready to act on it.

Clary moved forward with eyes almost as black as Jace's, but for an entirely different reason that was definitely not lust.

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